The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.

When We Think We Don't Like Art It Is Because It Is Artificial Art.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.